The banter back and forth with Malia and Lazarus somehow made Killian smile.
He hadn't felt at home in a place for a long time, let alone actually think that he'd be feeling like he was back home.
Though he had heard Malia's question to him, he found himself drifting off in though; Reminiscing about the little pub he frequented back home.
It was a cozy little place, with friendly faces that were regulars of the place. All of them happy to greet you and have you around, (and not to forget the occasional rough and tough bunch that frequented). They'd even invite you to play a game of cards or even take a crack at Blackball with several others.
Pubs where a place of togetherness, and sometimes it got rowdy â€" The Irish folk were notorious for getting rough and wild.

Especially when they have had a few too many drinks, even though this expression didn't exist in their world. Alcohol was pretty much life water for the Irish, and since this beverage was like this, they could drink massive amounts before feeling any sort of inebriation.
These thoughts would make Killian softly chuckle to himself.
As he looked around the coziness of Red on the Water, he started to remember how the old pub looked.
From the outside, it looked much like any ol' regular looking pub. Just look a lot more clean and crisp than others. But the interior was miles different; Which is what was pleasing for pub goers.

It had pictures of many of the great landmarks of Ireland, as well as notable landscapes that made Ireland a famous place to travel and tour.
The walls were a deep green that resembled the rolling hills you'd come across. And the windows let in just the right amount of the light.
The tables, chair and the bar itself were made from the finest spruce trees, and masterfully sanded, stained and coated.
It was like something you'd see in a magazine. Even the table for Blackball was made of the same wood, and was fashioned with a rich red velvet cloth for the billiards to roll across.
The taps for the beer and ale were well kept and polished daily. And the shelves for the bottle alcohol, dusted regularly to keep appeal.

The barkeeps were always well dressed, or dressed in tasteful casual clothes. It was what the pub owner asked of from his employees.
And last but not least, the name of the pub; The Cloverleaf; Stereotypical in name, but appealing. It attracted many to its doors, and had many coming back.
Killian sighed with great joy, as he got those exact same vibes from The Cloverleaf, here at Red on the Water.
Having reminisced for what felt like hours, he was reminded of Malia's question to him.
He turned to her and would chuckle softly.
"Oh no lass, the only way you could get hurt by touching 'im, is if he tries to bite ya. But I don't think he's the bitin' type really. He's more of the smooth, dark and asinine type."
He would reply to Malia, as he took a brief sip of his drink.

As he swallowed his sip, he also remembered something else Malia had mentioned. It was the question referring to "Swing that way".
Killian could see that she was not at all familiar with a lot human gestures and phrases.
But he didn't expect every living being to understand human language. It was a strange one that was quite difficult to grasp, sometimes even himself.
"What he also meant by swing that way, was he meant he's not a homosexual male like me self..."
Killian stated, as he hoped Malia wouldn't be too harsh on him for who he was. But she didn't seem the type.
She seemed rather kind hearted and open minded, and accepting of others.
A trait he liked to see in would be friends.

Lazarus was still around, and Killian was sure that he was rather bored of this situation.
And to be frank, Killian didn't care too much for his presence. He was used to people like him, and he was good about keeping his manners and being respectful toward his kind.
But it didn't mean he couldn't take witty jabs at him.
"What about you tall, dark and handsome? You don't seem amused right about now.
Didn't get wha' ya were lookin' for?"
He would coyly ask as he grinned and sipped on his drink, patiently waiting in excitement for the next response from Lazarus. But most importantly, he was eager to continue talking with Malia and grow a friendship with her.